Gossip raged in the Old Age Home; thanks to Fiona. It was more exciting than watching Korean drama. At lunch, Fiona had sat down to describe in graphic detail her relationship woes with Logan, her pregnancy and his response. Her complaints made them feel uncomfortable and many finished their lunch at hyperdrive speed and left the dining room. Only Logan, Zheng Li and Sophie were left listening by the time she got to how Logan proposed and promised to be a good father to their child. Without saying a word, Logan stalked off back to the music room, after she finished. Triumphantly, Fiona turned up her nose at Sophie before following quickly behind him. Fiona's smug expression and Sophie's pale shocked face, made Zheng Li's hands twitch and she was not normally a violent person.
The unfolding drama continued in the music room under the watchful eyes of three Elderly Sages who watched through the glass window as Fiona and Logan blazed at each other. Fiona flung opened the door and swept off leaving behind traces of Coco Chanel fragrance.
Logan ran after her saying, "Fine, I'll go but only if I can bring Sandy." They got into his Porsche and drove off.
"Pretty young thing, isn't she?" said Cool Man Chan in a matter of fact manner putting down his book.
"Yeah," said Old Mr Samy with a sigh. He took another bite of his peach.
"Well, at least I know that I may be old but I'm not dead yet," sighed Computer Teng tossing a gold coin in the air.
"Yeah, dry bones would come alive for that one," smiled Old Mr Samy looking around for his walking stick.
"I don't blame Logan. She's something else, but does she look pregnant to you?" asked Cool Man Chan.
"That's always been one way to get a man to marry you," said Old Mr Samy.
"Knowing Logan, he hasn't asked for a DNA paternity test either. I might just suggest that to him, tomorrow," said Computer Teng.
The three elderly men nodded knowingly.
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After fifteen minutes in the shop with them, Sandy felt slightly nauseated as she listened to Fiona squeal over baby clothes, women's wear and jewellery. Poor Logan. He was still in uniform, with thick rimmed glasses, unshaven and tired; he looked like a shadow of his former self. No one, not even a WOOF, would recognise him standing there holding bags of shopping.
"This would be high impact. Low fuss and easy chic," she said fingering a sheer blouse. "Oh and I must have earrings to go with them. These silver chandelier earrings look like the ones Kate Moss wore at Leah Wood's wedding. Look honey buns," she gushed dragging Logan's arm.
Sandy rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Step up...." played in the mall. Sandy and Logan made eye contact, smiled and started moving their bodies to the beat of the song. Soon, they were moving in synchronicity. Fi glanced at Sandy, then Logan and stiffened. In a tight voice, she yanked him off to look at baby clothes.
Suddenly like a flash, Sandy had a lightbulb moment. She settled down on a soft, velvety sofa that enveloped her in cushions, began texting. A big grin was plastered across her face when she finally texted Logan. She looked like a stray cat who had discovered and licked up all the spilled cream. Logan looked up from reading her message and soon slid beside her grinning.
"You're up to something. Spill," he said. Fi had not even noticed he was gone and was still chattering away to herself excitedly.
"Patience.... everything will unfold in good time," said Sandy mysteriously. "Please, don't marry her. Shopaholic. You'll be miserable."
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Slow Beats
Romance"Bright lights, guitar music, continuous dancing, fast cars and a stream of screaming, jostling admirers. For as long as I can remember that was my life. One moment, I was pounding to the pulsating beat of the city, then ...screech, thump and clunk...
